Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 45 Spell
But this is not enough, far from enough.

Compared to the almost qualitatively different ability of Sequence 7 "Werewolf", Philip, now a Sequence 8, is still pitifully weak. Faced with the covetousness of the Rose School, he is almost doomed to die without the help of the Nighthawks.

Philip was torn. He didn't dare to take the risk of his secret being exposed to the Night Watchers, nor did he dare to leave like that and face unknown risks without any room for maneuver. But his conscience condemned him.

In fact, he took the initiative to return to the security company instead of preparing to escape directly because he subconsciously wanted to stop worrying and frightened and calmly face the result of being sent to the temple by the Night Watchmen for disposal.

Unfortunately, reality often likes to play jokes.

In the past, perhaps this matter could have been suppressed in his heart, but at this moment, whether it was due to the residual effects of the potion or something else, Philip suddenly felt an inexplicable impulse in his heart, and all kinds of negative emotions began to grow.

boom--!
As the loud sound of the silver water cup under his feet being deformed by being stepped on reached his ears, he opened his eyes wide, regained his composure, and breathed a sigh of relief.

I couldn't think about it anymore. I had to digest the potion quickly, advance to Sequence 7, and escape from Tingen. If I encountered a critical situation, I would try not to separate myself from others.

That's it.

Philip looked at his hands again and found that the abnormal light red on his skin had faded. He quickly made lunch with the leftover ingredients from yesterday, then tidied up his messy clothes, picked up his silver-inlaid cane and walked out.

He had no idea about how to digest the "madman" potion. If he only understood it superficially and slowly figured it out, he basically couldn't do anything related to these two words, otherwise he would most likely be considered out of control or crazy.

It's just that the prisoners, lunatics and werewolves are involved. This role-playing method is deliberately targeting people who are on the "prisoner" path. It's too difficult for him to find the key to digestion from the name of the potion.

But at this moment there was no way out after all. Philip curled his lips and did not complain anymore. He waited for a tram at the station on the street. After paying 4 pence for the fare, he took it directly to the Dragon Bar in the dock area.

Although I don't have much hope for the occult market in a small city like Tingen, if it's just for auxiliary materials, there's still a chance and I can't give up just like that.

Because if you issue this kind of commission to the "Hanged Man" at the Tarot Club, no matter whether the other party accepts it or not, your information will most likely be deduced by the other party.

After all, if an extraordinary person cannot even purchase such simple materials on his own and needs to entrust others with them in secret gatherings, then his current situation is obvious.

Either they are being hunted or they are in an endangered situation.

Combined with the information about the Rose School that Philip had previously proactively proposed, with a little imagination, one can come to the conclusion that the most likely answer is that he is a member of the Temperance Faction in Ahowa County.

As for asking Captain Dunn for an exchange, that was even more risky. Who knew what his every action would make this magical man, who was both forgetful and reliable, think of? He already had some stress reaction in this regard.

I was afraid that when the time came, the other party would look at me with deep eyes and say in a calm tone: "That's right, after all, I need to mix the potion, so it's reasonable to request these materials."

Then the night watchmen pushed the door open, handcuffed him, and sent him to jail to sober up.
While Philip's mind was wandering, thinking about associations and plans for the future, the carriage had unknowingly arrived at the station and stopped not far from the Dragon Bar.

He got out of the car and walked to the bar entrance with ease. Ignoring the burly man standing guard, who frowned thoughtfully, he pushed open the wooden door and walked into the bustling and lively bar. The boxing ring in the center was empty, presumably because it wasn't time for a match yet. So, the dozens of patrons sitting around were just sitting together, chatting freely about various topics and occasionally clinking their glasses and taking a long swig.

Philip walked to the billiard room with ease, but stopped at the door. Looking at the familiar figure inside, he called out uncertainly, "Mr. Neil?"

"Lawrence?" The old figure froze for a moment, then turned around, his frown softening as he laughed heartily, "Sure enough, I heard right. It's you. Good afternoon?"

"Well, good afternoon."

Philip nodded and responded.

His gaze lingered on the other person's expression, which had gradually returned to normal. Suspicion suddenly rose in his heart, but he pretended not to notice and asked, "Excuse me, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, I came to buy some extraordinary materials for making talismans. You know, I used too much yesterday and now there is no reserve left." Old Neil explained.

Then he changed the subject, "What about you?"

After a short while, Philip, who already had a plan in mind, did not hesitate at all. He rubbed his hair and said with a smile:

"Actually, I'm here to buy the relevant materials. After all, if I didn't have 'that' yesterday, I'd probably just be a decoration. So I also want to try making some talismans to protect myself."

"Well, that's a good idea." Old Neil nodded approvingly and pulled Philip into the secret door in front. Then, as if he had thought of something, he tilted his head and said:
"Have you ever tried to make a talisman? If you don't master the skills, it's difficult to succeed, and you'll waste a lot of materials."

He was not surprised that Philip brought up the topic of making talismans. He didn't know whether he had heard it from Dunn or Leonard, or whether he had guessed or come up with some reasonable explanation on his own.

"Yeah." Philip nodded and said, "I have successfully made spiritual talismans before, but the success rate is not high, and I am not sure if the relevant materials are here."

"Then you can come with me to buy more of the materials I mentioned. After we go back, I can teach you how to make a few talismans mastered by the Nighthawks. They can be very useful in critical moments."

Faced with Old Neil's kind invitation, Philip hesitated for a few moments, then unconsciously curled up the corners of his mouth and replied sincerely and earnestly: "Well, thank you."

No matter what, it is good to learn some useful knowledge without danger in this dangerous and mysterious world. Moreover, with Old Neil's cover, even if the subsequent Nighthawks know that he is here today, they will not pay attention to anything.

If he came across the auxiliary materials he needed for the "werewolf" potion, he could buy them on the pretext that he needed to make a certain talisman he knew. After all, no matter what the other party did, it was impossible for him to force him to make it in front of them.

At worst, you can just lose some shame and fool the old man. After all, there are always more solutions than problems.

(End of this chapter)